December 11, 2008

I have to be zippity pipsqueekity quick here and not write too much. The bloody perfectionist I am will probably type more about her day here later, because I can't stand to have a post that is hardly words (unless it's an inspiration post, I like the pictures to speak for themselves) but I am on a CLOCK HEREZ.

Basically I woke up this morning and decided to dress opposite my mood and usual disposition. It felt a little too girly in the end though, so I added my Docs.

EDIT: You knew I would write more here later, right? So my mom told me a neat-o story after seeing this outfit. She was born, grew up, and went to school in Norway, and when she was in her early twenties she made a dress that was bright pink and wore it everywhere, actually overwore it to a point where it became just rags. At that time in her neighborhood everyone was very uniform and wore all black, so she stood out like a sore thumb and became known as "the girl in the pink dress." Kind of like when Becky Bloomwood fantasizes about being "the girl in the Denny & George scarf", right? Sophie Kinsella, anyone....? Anyways, perhaps I get my love for pink and ability to block out rude stares from her.And that was my story.~Fin~

Vintage Dr. Martens. American Apparel kneesocks. Claire's belt. Everything else is some form of secondhand.